Hey, eh, what are you talking about?
What are you talking about, what are you talking about?
What are you talking about, what are you talking about? (fuck it's easy)

What are you talking about, what are you talking about?
Knowledge is in silence
You're naked, you're broke, you're my prey, you're my sustenance
There's me throwing bills, and then there's you dancing
There's no coincidence, shut your mouth, I'm the one thinking

I understand your need to exist but, when you open it, it's ugly
Understand our need to excise you, your French, it scares the shit out of us
Stay calm, hands in your pockets, you chatter, don't say it's the weed
You're really stupid, it's not a bluff, is it really sperm or blush, blush?

For you, no redemption
I'm going to swell your lymph nodes, all without pretension
Bastard, if you're in the groove, I can deviate from my mission
Always the same ambition since post-bac admission
When I rap, I know I'm dumbing myself down, my dick in your mouth stammers
I don't do it for the "did you tell me" but for Matuidi's salary (Charo!)
I talk about love and freedom, with each bill, I say "thank you" (thank you)
On your case, I'm not going to discuss, I smoke the roach, I go back to hibernate
Your fucking whore left you, this fucking cop slapped you
At the back of the agitated class, to detail, you've screwed up
All this dope hidden in the ass, this fucking theme, I can't take it anymore
Don't talk about it anymore or I'll fuck you, even if it's to make a hit

What are you talking about, what are you talking about?
Knowledge is in silence
You're naked, you're broke, you're my prey, you're my sustenance
There's me throwing bills, and then there's you dancing
There's no coincidence, shut your mouth, I'm the one thinking
What are you talking about, what are you talking about?
Knowledge is in silence
You're naked, you're broke, you're my prey, you're my sustenance
There's me throwing bills, and then there's you dancing
There's no coincidence, shut your mouth, I'm the one thinking

(What are you talking about?) Speaking is sacred, you rap your shitty life and then
With that, you're not going to pay for the nursery, we're going to surround you with chalk
Find a job, stop scratching, talk about other things than the frat boys
Prepared for the end of the world, and, for your shit, you dare tell me "you're not ready"
What are you talking about?

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